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| Banjo | Jun 10 2015, 06:16 PM Post #1 | ||||||
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The Red Ranger/The Sea Serpent/The Bucking Broncos
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The Grove of Huge Ass Trees
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| Miles Locke Max | Jun 10 2015, 06:20 PM Post #2 | ||||||
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The Fool // The Hisstocrat // The Pumpkitten
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Before the launch the Faunus had tried to mentally prepare himself for being hurtled through the air and down to the ground below. Standing on the landing platform had been easy for him as well, but as soon as the person to his left was flung he felt his heart skip a beat. And then there was weightlessness. Miles strained to open his eyes against the wind in hopes to get a good look of just where he was headed. He knew that Tony was going to be right behind him, the bastard and his glyphs. He had it easy! The lizard on the other hand had no set in stone landing strategy other than "do not die". The world whipped past him in a blur of details, but through the smudges of scenery he did realize he was headed toward dense looking woods. As the ginger neared the trunks of the trees he fired off a shot from the Boomstick. The kickback from the shotgun was strong enough to where it both slowed him down just enough to think for a split second and for whatever impact he was about to make hurt a lot less. The force from the shot slammed Miles’ back against a tree that had been close to the one he'd fired at. The wind was temporarily knocked out of him and then his descent straight down into the woods began. He opted to drop his gun and immediately clung to whatever his hands could find on the trees. He could find the shotgun once he landed safely! The lizard would be utterly useless if he broke a bone on the way down. Finally his fingers dug into something growing from the tree and his fall was stopped with a jerk that made his shoulders ache. "Holy fuck....that was....that was fuckin' close." He gritted his teeth and adjusted his hold on the-- WAS THAT AN ASS? There was a literal ASS growing from the tree! The ginger retracted his hands from the burl faster than his brain could process the serious error in that plan. He shrieked as he fell, praying to Arceus that no one had heard him, and bounced from branch to burl to tree trunk back to branch as the forest got increasingly more dense. Finally with a flop of dead weight the lizard hit the earth with a groan. He sucked in a shaky breath and forced himself up to sit among the fungus while his eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light and re-orientated to an unmoving world. Darkness, trashy looking fungus and of course, Miles noted, as he looked up at the trees; THE BUTTS. He scooted back from one of the burls that lingered just a little too close to the ground and brushed his hand over the barrel of his shotgun as he moved. Good! At least that had landed close! The lizard flinched as a something dripped down from his chin onto his chest. He quickly wiped at his face and retracted his hand as it came in contact with the blood running from his nose. "Well fuck...at least Tony should have no trouble findin' me now." |
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| Tony-Klaus-Sal | Jun 10 2015, 06:26 PM Post #3 | ||||||
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The Shark // The Cowboy // The Old Blood
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They'd gotten their lecture, they'd been prepared for the launch, and then it started. One by one people got flung into the forest, Tony watching them go from the corner of his eye until he saw a blur of orange go flying. He kept his eyes on Miles and braced himself for the weightlessness of flight. It wasn't so unfamiliar, the teen was a glyph user and all, and one of his specialties was the anti-gravity of water. When he saw the person next to him fly off into a random direction, he reached for a watery cut crystal from his bag. Then before he knew it he was into the air with a sharp force from the pad beneath them. He took a moment to reopen his eyes in the whipping air to see the scrafty disappear into some dense woods. If he landed nearby then he could sniff the lizard out no problem. The shark hadn't spotted anyone land nearby Miles, so he should have no problem to make sure they would be partners. As he reached the peak of his launch he whipped out a water glyph that he'd be sure to crash into. The shining blue circle was intricate and perfectly beautiful in the shark's eyes. It looked lovely and would make for a soft landing which only made it even more amazing. Anthony quelled his inner gushing about glyphs and kicked his boots forward to prepare for the impact of the slightly angled circle. It felt like breaking through a pane of glass as he shattered into the sudden lack of gravity. A jolt traveled through his body at the forced slow down, shaking him up slightly. It felt like his brain was rattled. Soon enough his boots slammed softly into the disgustingly limp ground. Tony shook his head slightly and held it, letting his mind catch up with his body for a minute. He'd never gone through a water glyph with such force like that. He slipped the crystal away back into his bag and looked around the dense forest. It was thick, rotting, and gnarled. He took a whiff of the air in with a wince before he nearly gagged. Rotten fungus clogged the air, it was so thick he felt like he was almost swimming in the scent. He brought a hand up to plug his nose slightly and happened to catch one of the bumps of the trees. Was that an ass? How... odd. The shark squinted slightly as he slowly let himself get used to the choking smell. Then like a needle in a haystack the sharp, distinct scent of Miles' blood hit him, a welcomed punch to the face. The citrus was such a delicious alternative to the decay. The shark did get a smirk, he knew Miles would bleed before he hit the ground. There were grimm nearby though, he swore he caught moving shadows every now and then. Tony kept the Trill Cannon at ready in the rifle form and ran toward the smell of Miles. When he caught sight of the ginger disaster he raised a brow, he must have smacked his face on something with all that blood running from his nose. "Told you so." He mockingly said with a smirk as he motioned to the blood on Miles' face. |
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| Miles Locke Max | Jun 10 2015, 06:32 PM Post #4 | ||||||
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The Fool // The Hisstocrat // The Pumpkitten
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The redhead grumbled and continued to wipe the blood from his face with the back of both his hands. He knew that his face had to look like a painted mess but it was better than letting the blood drip freely down his face. He smacked his lips a few times and grimaced as some of the red ran down the back of his throat and left a distinctly disgusting aftertaste. "Ugh..." As a smooth voice cut through the dark woods the Scrafty rolled his eyes and wiped his hands on the thick grass. One hand grabbed the Boomstick while the other pushed against his knee as he climbed to his feet. Miles smacked the pointing hand away and scoffed, "Oh shut up! I meant to do that." He'd meant to get a small scratch, not to bust his face on one of the weird butts that protruded from the trees. It seriously made the lizard uneasy as his eyes once again shifted from burl to burl. "This forest is fuckin' mockin' me." He tore his eyes from the asses and squinted at the forest around him and his teammate. Nothing that lurked had lunged at them yet, but he was confident that they weren't going to make it out of the dense area without a few more scratches. Preemptively the ginger broke his shotgun down into the sawed off mode and gripped the crowbar that had supported the Boomstick tightly. He felt more comfortable with bashing things' heads in than wasting ammo for the time being. "Wow we get to spend four years together now, how sentimental." He smirked at the shark. "So which way should we go?" |
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| Tony-Klaus-Sal | Jun 10 2015, 06:35 PM Post #5 | ||||||
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The Shark // The Cowboy // The Old Blood
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"Of course you meant to bust your face, pardon me." Tony said with a unbelieving quirk of the brow as his hand got smacked away from the bloody faced scrafty. The forest of giant ass trees, mocking Miles? Wow what a thought. Tony didn't really get nearly as distracted by the amount of butt shaped growths that formed on each tree, it was just a damn tree. Miles was too sensitive about his blubbery butt and his straight white boy problems. Mostly the shark was distracted by the clashing smell of the sweet, citrus blood against a backdrop of rot and death. He swallowed a bit and looked out to the dense forest beyond what Miles was distracted with. There were things out there, Tony swore he smell it, almost felt an off-putting presence out there. Tony's attention switched to the smirking lizard, who Tony gave a toothy smirk in return to, "So very sentimental, you'd better make sure you don't get expelled, O'Malley." He said with a slight mock as he stepped closer to the other and snatched his chin in his long fingers. He raised the other arm and wiped Miles' nose off with his hand and sleeve like some sort of attentive mother before he gave a small slap to the other and let him go. "Well, we need make our way out of this forest, I feel like I’m walking through fog… rotten fog." The shark motioned in a direction that seemed a little less dense than others, "If I still have my bearings right from the landing, this should be the way. I don't think it's going to be the most friendly, but it should be the fastest." |
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| Miles Locke Max | Jun 10 2015, 06:40 PM Post #6 | ||||||
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The Fool // The Hisstocrat // The Pumpkitten
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Miles' mouth hung open for a second as he realized what he'd said. Right, he hadn't meant to smash his face. The bridge of his nose was going to bruise something ugly, he could feel it already. At least Tony was around to snap the cartilage back into place if it really was broken. The ginger gagged on another wad of blood and spat some of the red out and onto the disgusting rotted ground. With a weapon in each hand Miles turned back to his friend and chuckled. "Worked way too hard to get here...ain't gonna let somethin' like that happen." He was sure that Tony wouldn't let him do something too overly stupid anyway. The lizard let out a small surprised sound as his chin was snagged and the blood was wiped from his face more effectively, the shark being careful not to bump his sore nose. Clawed fingers clapped against his cheek mockingly before Tony pulled away and the Scrafty was left glaring at him with an offended expression. Miles shifted away from his friend and grumbled as the topic changed back to current events rather than sentiments. The Scrafty started off in the direction pointed out to him and made sure that his pointed boots kicked up and clawed at the fungus. Like a child kicking rocks, the ginger found his entertainment in punting mushrooms down the path they were making for themselves. "Course not...well whatever's out there I'm ready for it. Just keep yer nose to the air and keep directin' me, I'll keep you safe~" He mocked back at his friend with a fluttery tone. |
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| Tony-Klaus-Sal | Jun 10 2015, 06:42 PM Post #7 | ||||||
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The Shark // The Cowboy // The Old Blood
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With the slightest hint of a direction to go, he let the lizard take the lead. Tony wasn't meant for close combat, though the shark prided himself on being able to hold his own normally. But Miles made a much better wall, like he always did. Tony couldn't take hits, he bit like a son of a bitch, but who wanted to sink their teeth into grimm? Raw, living grimm anways. Shit if there was something in the rotting ass forest, it probably wouldn't even be consumable by even the most expert hand. With Miles stomping his clawed shoes through the rot, Tony took a chance to bring the bloody sleeve up to his nose and take a sharp inhale. It was such a sweet escape for his poor nose. It almost felt like it was getting burned from the putrid smell around them. Unfortunately, Miles was also kicking it up. The shark growled a bit and kept the sleeve up to his nose, squinting as Miles mocked him slightly. "It's hard to smell anything other than all this fucking fungus. We need to get out of here before my sense of smell gets permanently fried." He hissed out before mocking back, "Thank you though, just take all the blows for me like the wall you are, my sweet tangerine~" |
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| Miles Locke Max | Jun 10 2015, 06:49 PM Post #8 | ||||||
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The Fool // The Hisstocrat // The Pumpkitten
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Miles spun his crowbar in his left hand then palmed the end of it and swung at a particularly large mushroom on the ground. The metal connected, of course, and the rot went flying ahead of them. The ginger squinted and slowed his steps a tad as things rustled in the dark from the disturbance. "Should'a brought yer allergy meds or an inhaler or somethin'. But I bet you left all that back huh? Don't wanna look all sickly to the other students?" The lizard thought out loud more than he was carrying on a civil conversation. With Tony distracted by bitching the Faunus batted another chunk of fungus through the air and into the trees ahead. More rustling. Dammit. The lizard, just about to warn his friend, gritted his teeth and whipped around to glare at the taller teen. "Don't fuckin' call me that! I'll smash yer stupid face into all this and watch yer nose rot off!" |
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| GM Account | Jun 10 2015, 06:56 PM Post #9 | ||||||
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As the pair of them continued to jabber away and bicker like a married couple in another universe, the brushes surrounding the circle of trees they were in began to shift and shake, parting as a number of Grimm shambled forwards, attracted by the noise and the smell of fresh blood on the trees. From Tony's side, a pair of twisted bony fingers reached out for him attached to a pair of thin, breakable looking arms. The creature's face was a horrible facsimile of humanity with bulging unblinking eyes and hideously pursed lips. It staggered forward, long strips of loose skin hanging around it like a dress and a strange undulating cry coming from somewhere on the creature's body as several like it followed it. On Miles' side a gang of stubby looking creatures shuffled out, claws scraping the ground and beady little eyes bearing down on the shorter boy. Their heads were distended as though something had cracked them with a blunt instrument and their lips pursed even further than the other Grimm. Rows of spikes ran up and down their arms and a low throaty cry called more of their kind to the clearing to join the fight |
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| Tony-Klaus-Sal | Jun 10 2015, 07:30 PM Post #10 | ||||||
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The Shark // The Cowboy // The Old Blood
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Tony rolled his eyes, of course he didn't bring a medical emergency bag for allergies and breathing problems! This wasn't the time for that! Though really, anything to help the nauseating smell would have been nice. He swallowed down a gag that tickled his throat. He loosely held the railgun rifle in one hand as he continued to breath in Miles' blood on his sleeve. It was starting to become overpowered by the rot of the forest. Maybe it was due to some new company he wasn't aware of. Tony could faintly sense the electric sparking of movement, but he could barely focus through the clogging and sickening smells however. It was probably just Miles anyways, as he continued to kick around death and despair. "I'll call you what I want sugar li-- oh fUCK" Tony's rude pet name was cut short at the sudden assault. Grimm. He knew there'd be grimm. He'd just not expected them to be so fucking gross. Tony's arm was forced away from his face and was hit with all the overpowering smells of ass forest. Grimm playing human was one of the most disgusting things he'd seen, and SOME humans thought faunus were disgusting. He'd love to throw them into a pile of those things. At least they seemed to be weaker as Tony tore his arm away from the thin arms that clawed at his leather jacket like some thirsty teenage girl at a boy band concert. Tony took the free moment to throw down a water glyph and quickly shot through it with the Trill Cannon's rifle, the spike projectile from the railgun drilled through the glyph and sent the anti gravity pulsing into the ground. Tony Moved back as the watery energy shot through with force to send a couple of the grimm into the air. He took a quick shot at one of the grimm before his turned to look at Miles, concerned for how his friend was doing. they needed to get out of the forest before they got suffocated out by these decaying hellspawns. |
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